Faustus: Your majesty shall see them presently.
Benvolio: Aye, aye, and thou bring Alexander and
his paramour before the emperor, I'll be Actæon
and turn myself to a stag.
Faustus: And I'll be Diana and send you the horns presently.
[Enter a pageant of Darius, Alexander, etc., being phantoms. Exeunt.
Faustus: See, see, my gracious lord!
Emperor: Oh, wondrous sight!
Two spreading horns, most strangely fastened
Upon the head of young Benvolio!
Faustus: Oh, say not so, sir; the doctor has no skill
To bring before the royal emperor
The mighty monarch, warlike Alexander.
If Faustus do it, you are straight resolved
In bold Actæon's shape to turn a stag.
And therefore, my lord, so please your majesty,
I'll raise a kennel of hounds shall hunt him so—
Ho, Belimoth, Argison, Asteroth!
Benvolio: Hold, hold! Good my lord, entreat for
me! 'Sblood, I am never able to endure these torments.
Emperor: Let me entreat you to remove his horns;
He hath done penance now sufficiently.
Faustus: Being that to delight your majesty with
mirth is all that I desire, I am content to remove
his horns (Mephistophilis removes them), and
hereafter, sir, look you speak well of scholars.